Okay so its almost Christmas and I am super excited about that. However I have a few rants. Just so everyone that decides to read this knows ahead of time….This may be offensive to some people but I assure you I am NOT being racist.
The other night at work one of my fellow carhops, a white girl, called one of our cooks a boy. Apparently “boy” has now become a new peeve of the black community because we were all informed by our manager, who is a black girl, that you should never call a black guy a boy because it is one name the slaveholders called their slaves. Of course this led into an argument about slavery. It really bugs me when that kind of stuff happens. I hear black guys call each other boys all the time but the moment a white person uses that word it becomes a negative thing. A racist thing. This is why every white person is perceived as being racist. We can’t help it, the rules are always changing it seems. The thing is, the people that talk about this stuff are not touched at all by slavery. It doesn’t g on now and the closest they have been to it is having to have a job. It bugs me. You can’t use what happened in the past to defend what you lack in the present. If you sell drugs it is that you have to do it because your ancestors were slaves, it is because that is what you chose. If you can’t keep a girlfriend it’s not because your ancestors were slaves it is because you haven’t found the right person. We all get it. There was an injustice in the past but there always has been. Jews were persecuted for much longer than black people. The Native Americans were treated just as bad, if not worse than blacks. It just really gets to me. There is a great chance that all of us have an ancestor somewhere that was persecuted for something at some point so I would love it if people would stop making excuses and start trying to make something out of their lives. If people would lose the grudges they hold for things that didn’t even affect them, we could have a much better society. It’s not like black people don’t have rights now. They can enter Miss America AND they have a Miss BLACK America too. They can go to our colleges AND have ALL BLACK colleges. There are more scholarships for African Americans than there are for white people. So there is no way I can be convinced that they are mistreated. I have discussed this with my friend, who does happen to be black. I love him to death but he pulled that race card on me a couple times and it ticked me off. He is from a wealthy family. Their house is so big that you couldn’t see the whole thing in the pic he had on his myspace. He goes to college with no scholarships, out of state, and he doesn’t have to focus on his education…his parents will pay for him to be here as long as it takes to get him a degree. Meanwhile, I was Valedictorian of my high school class, I have studied my brains out all the years I have been in school, still lost the scholarship that didn’t even pay for all of my school. I have loans like crazy and will probably have to take more out when I start grad school and that is if I can get in. He knows nothing about hard work and yet he pulls the race card because I told him to stop screaming out “Will you marry me?” in the middle of the packed cafeteria, while on his knees. He was kidding but I didn’t find it funny. Afterwards he asked me to warm up his cake for him in the microwave he was closer too than I was. I could probably go on forever. Anything that people use as an excuse for laziness gets on my nerves and that is not limited to the race card.
Okay no that I have that out of my system…I clean Penny and Lucy’s bowl today but I think I lost some of the rocks down the disposal…not good. Apparently, the mom situation has gotten worse instead of better. My ex boyfriend who doesn’t even live in this state was brought into this situation because “someone” offered to pay him to beat my bf up….betcha can’t guess who. Looks like its about the time for a heart to heart with mother…I’m sure she;ll explode about my hair first…I put highlights in and I’m not sure how I feel about them.
